Why do I feel so cold and pray death on bended kneeMy hands to god I longingly hold and prayFor the love of christI built the tower of babel to reach godAnd no longer thirstSo how is this when my lips touch her skinI reach god firstDo you see me stumbleAnd fall further away from godI raise my hands to heaven and prayFor the love of christThis is god's wayEloi, eloi, lama sabachthaniFor the love of christI somehow find myself on my knees before the lordAnd all he sees is sin and I know I am abhorredHe shows to me my life and hell that waits me thenI plead forgiveness for I am god's chosen